Book of Gods and Demons

Old Grandma Tavern.

Joe was full and drunk, spitting clouds and mist in a big cigar in his mouth.

Several police officers in black uniforms, carrying batons and wrapped in woolen cloaks, stood under the lampposts on the sidewalk outside, talking and laughing in a low voice. Beside them, hordes of students came and went carrying large and small bags.

The business of the old grandmother's tavern is gradually coming up, and the huge hall is already full of energetic young men and women.

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Someone is making a loud noise, showing off the lively scene of their hometown New Year's celebration to their companions. Some people are chanting poems, missing their relatives, friends and lovers in their hometown. Of course, there are also people who have been drinking so dimly and staggering to talk to each other, and they may cause a conflict if they don't.

The territory of the Durham Empire is too vast. Starting from Hyderabad, even if it is a non-stop special train, it takes more than a month to reach some border provinces, and it takes only three months to travel.

The winter vacations of several universities in the imperial capital only took a little more than a month, and many students were destined to be unable to go home.

Therefore, the food street is still lively.

Even more lively than usual in class.

"I like them like this." Joe's face was covered by the green smoke, and his voice became erratic.

"Well, the hapless guy named Mikan, the words he told me before he died, made me feel that these guys, although sometimes annoying...For example, the fourth university that besieged me inexplicably Bastards."

"But it's not bad that they look like this."

A burly young man who drank too much, and another thin young man who drank too much, the two of them began to pull and pull because of whether it was the problem of whether it was the southerner of the empire or the northern border of the empire.

The guy with something good told the maid to serve two bottles of beer. Each one was a one-liter bronze blackjack, and each one was a twelve cup.

Two good guys who boasted that they represented the amount of alcohol in the southern and northern parts of the empire, amidst the cheers of a group of fox friends and dog friends, their eyes were red standing at the long table, burping loudly, and holding up a beer glass.

"Look at these idiots, they are stupid, but they are funny, funny, and cute." Qiao leisurely said: "Unfettered, you can release your nature to your heart's content... Hey, I am a little younger than them, but I always feel that I and They don't fit in well."

"Why is this?" Weima knelt on the stool, she twisted and twisted, petite and thin like bean sprouts, and the dining knife kept cutting a piece that had been chewed by Joe so shiny and shiny, without even a trace of tendons left. Lamb leg bones.

"Maybe... Too many killings?" Joe's voice became very soft: "If you do too much of this kind of thing, it always feels that it's hard to get close to ordinary people."

Tifa narrowed his eyes and looked at Joe seriously.

"Joe, don't think about it, look at your clothes. You are an imperial soldier." Tifa was silent for a while, and she was not good at words. Finally, she suffocated a sentence to appease Joe: "If you kill you, you are damned. People."

"Perhaps." Joe raised his glass and took a gulp.

He patted his belly briskly and murmured: "So, I like to come here... The food of the old grandmother is delicious, and the people here are happy. Sitting here, I feel very relaxed, I feel... Away from those weird things, I am still a living, flesh and blood."

The corners of Tifa's eyes drooped, and his delicate face was wrinkled: "Why have you become like Golkin?"

"Really? My melancholy temperament?" Qiao laughed, his smile was like a sturdy Chinese cabbage, white, chubby, tender, and appetizing.

Tifa rolled his eyes.

Weima was already standing at the dining table, and she danced and cheered for the two heroes who had already drunk three glasses of beer.

She even took out a small handful of golden marks and yelled at the nearby students: "Who will gamble with me? I can win this thin monkey...Haha, he must be the last!"

A large group of students rushed towards this side, they waved the gold mark and silver pfennig, and yelled at Vima.

Vima danced with her hands and asked the maid for paper and pens, and swiftly took down the bets made by the students.

The two heroes over there, they drink faster.

Especially the burly northern man, he even looked down on the busy Weima-little girl film while drinking, and looked down upon himself, so he must win!

The atmosphere in the tavern became more and more vivid.

Joe stood up. He opened his sturdy arms and guarded Weimar's face, yelling loudly: "One by one, one by one, don't mess, don't mess...Which, how much do you bet? Five? Jinmark, bet that gorilla can win? So, this beautiful girl, are you betting on this skinny monkey?"

"Oh, oh, the gorilla and the skinny monkey are fighting, so fast, take advantage of their drunkness, hurry up and place a bet!"

Joe laughed so big that his teeth were exposed.

From Tulum Port all the way north, the troubles encountered in Ruhr City, the troubles encountered in the imperial capital, the killings in the Lanyin corridor, and the miserable scenes encountered in the turmoil of the imperial capital...

There are all kinds of troubles.

All the negative emotions, the pressure accumulated in the heart, disappeared in the laughter and the impact of alcohol.

Joe smiled brilliantly, waving his arms and sweating on his forehead.

His white face turned red. At this moment, he, just like the college students around him, really looks like a young man should.

The old lady Mary stood at the door of the back kitchen with a smile, quietly watching Joe dancing and dancing, and Weima busy taking bets and recording the name of the bettor.

"Hehe, youthful vigor, it's so beautiful."

"So, I like this little guy, who smokes, drinks, and has a bad temper... But, it's a good guy."

"So, I don't like Margot...hehe, it's too perfect, it's actually a falsehood."

"Idiot, what an idiot, you acted too much."

"If it weren't for Mata's obstruction, I would definitely buckle the turmoil of the imperial capital this time on your head, and then bring Hillman, who was imprisoned in the blood kapok fort, to let you all..."

A deep gloom flashed in the eyes of the old lady Mary.

Her body shook slightly, and then her face returned to normal. She looked at the busy Qiao and Weima, and nodded gently: "Viema, this little girl, is also pretty cute... 嚯嚯嚯. At this age, she should be naughty."

"Well, this little girl Tifa...well, when I'm young, I will admire her very much."

"But now, well, I still like more mischievous children."

"Naughty, but absolutely no nonsense."

"Ah, Ma Kai, Magnum, you little bastards, you just like to behave badly."

"Hmm, hum, hum."

The old lady sneered softly.

There was a crisp alarm bell from behind, the old lady turned around and hurriedly put on thick cotton gloves, ran to the oven, opened the heavy oven door swiftly, and pulled out a huge iron plate.

On the iron plate, chunks of arm-length butter bread exuded a strong aroma, and the old lady yelled happily: "Grandma's loving butter bread...Little bastards, which tables were the staple foods just now?"

"Hey, do you want garlic sauce or cherry sauce?"

"Sorry, the strawberry jam has been sold out, wait for next year!"

"Wow, there is a little **** who wants barbecue sauce? It's really heavy. Okay, give them a large portion of spicy barbecue sauce... I wish them, like bears preparing to hibernate, they will raise themselves white and fat."

The excitement of the old grandmother’s tavern lasted until three in the afternoon.

The drunken students gradually dispersed, and Vema sat down at the dining table without saying a word.

She lost all her pocket money for three months, and there was not even a fountain Su left.

Not only that, she also borrowed more than a hundred gold marks from Joe to pay for the lost money.

"It doesn't make sense..." Weimar looked at Tifa pitifully: "My dearest sister..."

"Borrowing money? Oh, last time I did a loan sharking case in Tulum Port... Eight out of fifteen returns, one settlement in seven days, and profitable. During the period of debt repayment, you are forbidden to shop and spend." Tifa was cool. Staring at his sister, he said slowly: "Don't blame me, Liya said, if you lose your bet, you must be educated!"

"How much do you want to borrow, my dearest sister?"

Tifa smiled slightly, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, but in Weima's eyes, it was as hideous as a demon.

"Uh..." Weima hesitated.

The old lady Mary stood behind the counter with a smile and looked at the two bargaining sisters: "Well, it's a very interesting method of education. Take more pains~www.ltnovel.com~This little girl won't get into trouble in the future... …However, in my opinion, children still have to be beaten every other time, so that they can remember."

Joe took out a thick checkbook, followed the accounting book brought out by the blond maid, and the total bill he signed at the old grandmother’s tavern, plus a 20% tip, and then carefully wrote it down. A check was handed to the smiling old lady.

Putting the checkbook in, Joe took out a metal invitation card with an iron gray inlaid with a blood-colored frame from his chest pocket.

He gently placed the invitation card in front of the old lady.

"Grandma, this is an invitation for the New Year's celebration banquet in Hyderabad Palace... Well, I recently made some contributions to the empire, so my father, my brother, and I will all be canonized by the empire."

"My father, the title is about to be promoted, and my brother and I will get our own titles."

"At such a good time, according to the rules, every person who has been knighted can invite several relatives and friends to the ceremony.

"I'm in the imperial capital. The only relative is you."

"So, I solemnly invite you to attend tomorrow's celebration banquet."

The old lady Mary looked at Joe with a stunned look: "Huh? You invite me, an old country lady, to participate in... the New Year celebration at Hydra Palace?"

"No? You are my old grandmother." Joe smiled brilliantly: "Hey, where is the package I just brought in? There is a New Year gift I gave you, according to your figure, customized for you A dress, look, how is the workmanship?"

Joe smiled very proudly.

Old lady Mary clicked her mouth, blinked her eyes, and took a deep look at the smiling little fat man.

"If you are not afraid that I will embarrass you in front of those big people."